#NeverTrump: Down to the wire 😱

My wife and I mailed in our ballots this week. What a relief. It’s like having an ugly mole removed, and now we can get on with our lives.

Obviously (if you read this blog regularly) we voted for Hillary Clinton. It’s a classic no-brainer, citizens, because the idea of a wall-building, Muslim-hating, white supremacist-loving, bankruptcy-declaring, taco truck-deriding, dopey comb-overing, pussy-grabbing clown in the White House is counter to everything America stands for. Or used to stand for.

America, “at long last, have you left no sense of decency?”*

I know a lot of Americans are frustrated. I was frustrated too, first from 1980 to 1992, then from 2000 to 2008. You get over it. You live. Ideally, you put the political travesty aside and make good decisions for yourself. You protest when you can (Iraq Wars I and II), speak out when you must, educate yourself, help the causes you believe in with time and money, and wait.

I just read of a 69-year-old woman who’s voting for Trump because her family’s finances are a wreck and Hillary’s “gawn make it worst” (I paraphrase). Well, at her age she should be on Social Security, and if that’s insufficient it’s pretty clear she didn’t plan for retirement properly. It sounds like she and her husband made some bad choices throughout their lives, during both Democratic and Republican administrations, and now they have a lot of roosting chickens in their junk-scattered yard. This has nothing to do with politics and nothing to do with Mexico, ISIS, Obama, Hillary, or the price of Spam. Moreover, it ain’t getting any better under President Pussy-Grabber. Lady, your goose is cooked, and you’re the one who burned it.

Seems to me Trump supporters think eight years of Obama have ruined their lives along with the country and see this as their time to rise up and stoke a honky revolution. They believe Hillary’s comin’ for their guns, forcin’ their daughters to have late-term abortions, bannin’ Jesus, and suckin’ every penny out of their bank accounts to give to no-account welfare queens and transgender political prisoners (Hi, Chelsea!).

It’s an absurd worldview. They’ve been misinformed. I’m sad they were so easily manipulated.

So I beg you, any of you out there who have already or intend to vote for Trump, don’t tell me about it. My view of you will change forever. Even if you redeem yourself by dedicating your life to the eradication of malaria and male pattern baldness, I’ll never see you the same way. In fact, I’ll feel obligated to send you a sympathy card every week, saying, “Sorry about the accident that hurt your brain so bad. Have a nice life!”

In all seriousness, I’ve never experienced anything remotely like this in my political life, grown men and women falling for such a sleazy con. I urge anyone who isn’t focused exclusively on keeping that Baby Mussolini out of power to think carefully about the shame that always follows the self-indulgence of mental masturbation. I hate to sound preachy, but getting a loud and sloppy “fuck you!” off your chest isn’t going to keep you happy. It’s but a wee spasm of pleasure, then it’s gone.

So be a patriot. Stuff that “fuck you!” and tell this creepy clown to hit the road.

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*Joseph N. Welch, 1954.

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